Now she has died.
She took her own life.
She didnt want to go on.
Thats why she left without a goodbye.
She couldnt tell you.
You'd of made her live.
But its all to late.
She always knew her fate.
Her life in the end was full of hate.
She does not wish to mourn.
She didnt want misery to be born.
Shes gone now
shes dead cold and gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes Amy, we need to kill our demons before we can go on. This is a very powerful write. Thank you for sharing. Barbara